Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Netherlands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rekid to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.